Red Mosquito

tree_ wrote:Have you guys ever made eye contact with someone through one of those spaces between the stalls. So awkward.

Ello Sailor wrote:His life is objectively harder than yours. Spike nailed it. You're all morons and I am embarrassed to post here.

Jorge wrote:

tommy wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:

tommy wrote:

Jorge wrote:We resolved this in page 87. Find something else to be Karens about

I'm not against it you orangutan. I'm just interested in peeps'opinion.

lol @ orangutan tho.

I misunderstood what Jorge was saying. Sorry Jorge.

I do not forgive you

spike wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:His life is objectively harder than yours. Spike nailed it. You're all morons and I am embarrassed to post here.

Dude maybe saves a few minutes picking up his daughter. Will probably come in handy when it takes him three times as long to get out of the car and into the house when he gets home, etc. No problem with this.

BurtReynolds wrote:Don't even get me started on all those curbside delivery spots that have popped up.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tree_ wrote:Have you guys ever made eye contact with someone through one of those spaces between the stalls. So awkward.

spike wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tree_ wrote:Have you guys ever made eye contact with someone through one of those spaces between the stalls. So awkward.

Haha, why are you looking around tree?

spike wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:Don't even get me started on all those curbside delivery spots that have popped up.

Surprised you even care. You’ve deemed yourself above the laws of men.

BurtReynolds wrote:

spike wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:Don't even get me started on all those curbside delivery spots that have popped up.

Surprised you even care. You’ve deemed yourself above the laws of men.

There should also be special, extra wide spaces for people who own sports cars.

dad wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:

spike wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:Don't even get me started on all those curbside delivery spots that have popped up.

Surprised you even care. You’ve deemed yourself above the laws of men.

There should also be special, extra wide spaces for people who own sports cars.

You could always be that sports car owner who parks diagonally in two spaces, should the opportunity present itself.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.